Taking Control (Kerr Chronicles #2)(42)
Author: Jen Frederick

Keeping her legs tight, I push inside her, gasping at the initial snugness and then groaning as she softens and accepts me. The tight sensation, the sight of her ass, the sound of her moans send me into a frenzy. I start thrusting and can’t stop. Reaching around, I pluck at her clit and pray she comes because after only a few thrusts, I’m coming.

“Goddammit,” I grunt, still pumping my hips. “Sorry…I’ll make it up to you.”

“I’m good…” she sighs, sounding satisfied. Grateful she found her own pleasure while I was lost in mine, I pull out and drag her panties down the rest of the way and sit on the edge of the bed. When I lift her into my arms, bracing one of her legs on either side of my waist, the hot juice of her orgasm mixed with my seed seeps out of her and wets my groin. Impossibly, I harden again.

“Really?” She sounds amused, which is better than irritated or—worse—uninterested.

“I’m not sure. Let’s go test him out. For science.”

“You do seem unnaturally robust. It may be worth further study.” She tugs at my hair playfully. The sundress is unzipped and tossed to the side.

“I agree.” Pulling her head down I kiss her hungrily. The short interaction has only whet my appetite. “We’ll need to go through this routine several times so that we can account for variables like clothes, distance in the car, how many times we’ve kissed before entry, that sort of thing.”

“Maybe I would have been a better student if this was one of my high school classes,” she grins.

“No, this is an independent study that can only be conducted with one particular instructor.” She busily unfastens my shirt, and I awkwardly shuck my pants, holding her with one arm and then the other so we aren’t separated for even a moment while we dispose of all my unnecessary clothing. Turning over, I place her on her back.

Her body looks like an art piece against the dark comforter. There’s only a little light as the skylights filter the colors of the darkening twilight into the bedroom. I’ve had other women lie on this bed, sprawled out and wanting my touch, but none have moved me like she does.

“I’m going to test you,” she says and runs her hands along her inner thighs to her knees, spreading herself wide for me.

My knees buckle and I fall onto the bed between her legs. Despite having come not ten minutes ago, I can’t wait to be inside her again.

I lock a hand around an ankle and expose her even more. “On what subjects will I be tested?”

“It’s a hands-on exam. One where you show your, ah, aptitude through…”

Her attention wanders when I slide one finger inside her. She’s swollen and very sensitive from her recent orgasm. I drag my finger slowly out and then push back in, this time with a second finger. She opens her mouth to speak, but when I use my thumb on her clit as I pump with my fingers, she’s not able to form words.

“I’m very good with my hands.” Resting on my haunches, I release her ankle to grasp her hip with one hand, holding her still as I stroke deep inside her with the other. “What kind of grade do you think you’ll give me?”

A whimper rises from her throat. “A-a-average.”

“Really?” I shove three fingers in her this time and use my pinky finger to brush against the tender ring of flesh that I’ve only lightly played with before. I want to be in there, too. I want to f**k, conquer, claim every part of her body. “Your body is telling me something different. Your skin is flushed all over from your arousal. Your lips—both sets—are swollen and red. And you’re very wet.” I shake my head in mock dismay. “Listen to yourself.” In the stillness we both hear the decadent sounds her body is making as I stroke her. I increase the pace and slap my palm against her clit, using my entire hand to stimulate her.

“It’s o-okay,” she breathes. “But I still feel like I’m missing something.”

“Is that a challenge, Tiny?”

She stretches her arms up toward the padded headboard and uses it as leverage to push back against my hand. “Always.”

I can’t help but laugh at this. Always challenging me. I love it. I love her.

“Is it this what you want?” I release her hip, still palm deep in her pu**y. Capturing my throbbing c**k in my free hand, I stroke firmly, tugging on the head and squeezing pr**cum out onto the tip. I swipe a bit of the pearly fluid onto a finger and bring it to her mouth. “Do you want this inside you?”

“Always,” she repeats, eyes glittering with want. Despite having finger-fucked her, she’s still tight and it takes a moment for her to adjust to my size. And then I’m finally fully seated, surrounded by her slick flesh. A hushed sigh of relief and pleasure quavers in the air.

“My hand is drenched.” I lift up the fingers that were inside her, clearly coated from fingertip to base with her wetness. With deliberate slowness, I swallow all three fingers, sucking hard so I don’t miss even one tiny drop of her essence. “You taste f**king magnificent.”

Her eyes are wide and glazed. At the sight of my erotic gesture, she tightens around me, and I feel familiar flutters signaling the start of an orgasm. “Not yet, bunny,” I tell her and pull out until just the tip is inside her.

“Don’t be mean.” She scowls and tries to push down on me.

“I’m not.” I lean over and tongue one hard nipple and then the other. “A little anticipation never hurt anyone.”

She thumps a small fist against my shoulder, but I can’t feel it. All sensation has pooled in my groin. I push forward slowly, in tiny measures, so that my c**k can enjoy the slow burn that my fingers experienced. My thumbs massage her shoulders and her small muscled arms. I want to do this forever, simply working myself in and out of her tight, hot cunt until our breath has gone and our bodies turn to dust.

Only Tiny exists now.

When I close my eyes, it’s her face I see. When my fingers curl, it’s because they long to stroke her silky skin. When I breathe, it’s her scent in my nose. There are no other women but her.

“I love you,” I tell her, feathering kisses along her jawline and behind her ear. I palm the top of her ass cheeks to press her tight against me, to show her how I want her to meet my thrusts. She plants her small heels in the mattress and grinds up against me. My world is narrowed to her flesh meeting mine. “I need you.”

“You’re everything,” she moans. I reach between us to press my thumb against her clit. As she arches into me, her hushed whimpers turn into louder gasps when I circle it repeatedly. The sounds she makes are like the spark from a flint, and it’s setting us both ablaze. Trembling with desire, she writhes and pumps against me, seeking relief from the growing ache overtaking her body.